All I Ever Wanted Was the World

Chapter 3

As soon as Lucius Malfoy had stepped out and shut the door behind him, Harry fought to stifle a laugh.

"What's so funny?!" Malfoy had sneered, practically seething in his state of embarrassment.
"The look on your face was hilarious! You're such a-"
Harry had slowly stopped, his eyes widening before he completely stopped.
He hadn't quite thought it through.

"I'm a what?" Draco glared, his eyes icy as he realized what could possibly go down.
The signs of hesitance were quite easy to find since Draco had usually seen it when they'd argued and he'd hit a nerve.

Harry bit his lip, as if debating whether or not he should say it before stubbornly turning his head and finishing.
"You're quite clearly a suck up to your father." He said finally, his emerald orbs lingering on Malfoy's eyes before swiveling away.
The blond stared for a moment, a weak attempt at swallowing his anger at the other.
"Oh shut it, at least I still have a dad!"
It had come out of his mouth before he'd even meant to say it.
That had immediately shut Potter up.
Now his jaw was clenched and, somehow, Draco was basking in the feeling that lingered in his stomach that told him he'd just hit hard and he could possibly inflict more damage.

Harry's lip twitched, and, suddenly, Draco wanted to anger him even more.
"Don't even dare, Malfoy. Not unless you get your sorry arse over here and fight me." He breathed, his eyes now holding a dangerous gleam inside them as he seemed to be filled with rage.

He willed himself to think of anything besides what his mind was had in store.
He didn't exactly know how to feel.

"Well, your possible father is in this room." Draco smirked unconsciously, his mind racing with the words 'what's wrong with you? are you trying to-'.
He'd seriously have to ignore it for now.
"You- what?" Harry was standing, his fists ,which were previously clenched, loosened considerably.
Confusion and traces of embarrassment were clearly written across his face.
"What-"

"I was being sarcastic, Potter. As if I'd ever mean it with such an implication." Draco scoffed, turning slightly to hide his, now, pink cheeks.
"I'd like to bet on the thought of it being one of your sick fantasies to be called something like that." Harry said pointedly, crossing his arms before leaning against the cell wall.
"Of course you'd think so." Draco said, his eyes darting around the room to get his mind off of what he just insinuated.

Harry sighed and leaned his head back.

"You know.." Harry hesitated, taking a small breath as Draco watched; he parted his lips and wow, Draco was entranced.

"As much as I hate you, it's at least..bearable to talk with you, even if it's.. mostly arguing.." The boy gave a small, bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with an emotion...that made Draco flush pleasantly.

What was up with him?

The boy said nothing about it, simply averting his eyes from the other.
"Yes, I know. I'm quite the pleasant package, Potter."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Malfoy" Harry uttered under his breath, shrugging as he paced around in the cell blindly.
This was day two, or so he assumed.
He didn't exactly know the time but they both had  fallen asleep earlier.
Was it late?
He couldn't tell.

"Oh? Now I'm Mr. Malfoy? How nice." Draco's sarcasm made Harry think of quite a few words that were filled with malice.

Harry didn't even know how to feel anymore.
It was completely confusing with the irritating blond. Or at least, he was sure he was irritating him.

"I suppose."  Was his only response.
Draco gave a small sigh before running his hands through his blond hair.

The blond cleared his throat, his expression neutral as he began to speak,
"Our Lord will be gracing us with a visit to which he'll come for you. What exactly he'll do to you, I have no idea."

Harry visibly shivered.
The thought of Voldemort coming to get him when he was defenseless?

"You...have no idea?" He asked slowly, his mind whirling with the thought that perhaps he might be killed on the spot, which would end his life and all the progress that had been made in the wizarding world.

"Not at all. Maybe he'll torture you but I really don't know and don't want to, quite frankly." Malfoy said stubbornly.

Harry made a soft noise.
"Like you have the courage to even stand up to him.." He muttered.
Harry stared at him, trying to see if there was any emotion behind those cold, grey eyes. It would be quite the image if he had actually caught something that he'd recognize.
They had always held anger and annoyance when they looked Harry's way.

Draco was getting uneasy.
"I'm surprised you still haven't asked why you and I are clean, better yet, noticed."
"What? Oh."
Quite frankly, he hadn't noticed at all. Well. At least it wouldn't be quiet after all.
"I thought you couldn't use magic in the cell?"
Harry asked, furrowing his brows.
"Oh."
"Yes , oh," Started Draco, a mocking laugh making way its way from his throat, "I'm outside the cell, genius. The magic has nothing to do with a wand, either."
Draco had his smug look once more, something that clearly wore an 'I know something you don't'.
"So.. Wandless magic?" Harry asked, surprised because no one had really gotten the hang of it in their year.
"Of course, I'm not going to be telling you a thing, Ha- Potter."
Draco immediately corrected himself, scolding himself internally as Harry's expression changed into one of surprise.

"Did you just call me Harry? Or am I suddenly starting to loose my sanity after being in a cell?"
"I did not." Draco growled, furious with himself and Harry for giving into a stupid slip.
"I just thought of someone else." he stated simply.

There went the conversation as it was quickly overcome once more with silence.
"Now, what was that about having you be called something else?"

"It's something called absolutely none of your business, Potter!"